I have been playing games of pool with my Dad for serveral years. He's is sooooo good. this weekend, he was bachin it while Kristin was out of town, so I went up for a visit for a long weekend. We played about 4 games while there. He absolutely killed me on the first game. I have been learning from him and he is very open to advice.
Well, this weekend I finally was able to beat him. Actually, I go 2 games out of 4 from him. First game, he didn't shoot well, and I was able to capitalize. The second game he played well, and I played even better and was able to pull another win. It reminded me when I was playing my father in tennis and ping pong. My father was not the type to throw a game. I always had to earn every point. He wanted me to beat him on my merits. I played and played until i finally was able to beat him.
There is definetly, something to be said about never giving up. My son, calls me a "try hard". I always wanted them to beat me on merit.